Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.